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Tuesday, January 01, 2008

I've got a feeling, a feeling deep insideOh yeah

I once had something that I enjoyed. I was young. Naive. I thought it was all mine, and only mine.

I finally feel better. I went snowboarding on Sunday and just knocked it out of me. See, I located the site for the Big Air Championship, 2008. As the reigning 2007 champion, it is my prerogative to situate this year's contest in a Joe-friendly locale. So I did.

My first run at it, I shot it at a relatively high rate of speed and, naturally, I misjudged the landing.

The jump itself was a thing of beauty and grace. Without exaggeration, I went about 20 feet. I launched and soared like a magnificent vulture. For a second.

Exhilaration took hold as I realized the drop underneath the jump was much steeper than I had anticipated. Hence the 20 feet of air prior to landing.

And I use the term, "landing" liberally, and with utter disregard for the traditional usage of the word.

Nothing more spectactular than a chair lift crowd pleasing "landing." I remember I had one about 10 years ago that your description went as follows: " You were going great and gaining speed you dipped below the horizon and then you suddenly shot above it again only to disappear again a second later. Two seconds later every person on the chair lift from your point down cheered loudly." When I got up, I had rip in my coat and a broken pole. Fortunately, the ETOH kept me from really feeling it. That came later.

Holy shit do I know the feeling. Sick as a dog and I haven't slept in about 47 days. All I can do is lay around feeling sorry for myself and hope that one day my lungs will clear out and I will breathe again.